Foxes Upon Foxes – Titans Stories - Snippets and Magical Girls Galore –

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Gangsta- Fied

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Listening to Beastars op and it got me wondering about a gag version alt uni - where the Grayson, Stone Tutans and bat fam and Raku with a few "out there" DC names end up in a false prohibition era timeline. One popular Gangster manga Ami reads gets her too excited and in they go. Waking to….

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"You have got to be kidding me…."

A shot of a pistol stopped Aiden Grayson from rising from the pavement. Eighteen with a magical girl for a fourteen year old sister. One that had troubled the kids with Battleship, a sitcom about animal control officers, some south Korean drama –

Another shot is fired as Aiden grabbed his head – his fedora, looking ….

Wait…

He crawled to a stack of crates and kept his mouth zipped to listen to the Tommy gun toting bad boys. "You see anything, Lou??"

The scraping of fine Italian leather had Aiden try to stay out of their light. The guns went off as more guys fell, more taken back as the last body hit his crate. The spray of it is a stench of gunpowder mixed in.

Wait…

Aiden knew that no other person who could drag out a fight that short and get these guys on the ground so quickly. Dead.

Death.

As in…

"I hate when my plans get cut short too, but you have your answer, don't cross the Zamboni Family if it kills – well, it already did."

The man was a dark haired, real live – wore sharp shoot. His hair was slicked back and he had a familiar aura to how he walks his walk. The gangsters look horrified.

"Alright! Alright! But don't think Don Gordello (it'll be part of the joke) can give you baloogas special treatment just cause you know his son."

Son?

This was oddly familiar…

"Don't chew on it too long, I'll be back on your hides if you tip my stash or come on our territory without a license to cry. Now, step. I ain't got all night to side wind you punks. Scat!"

Was the stash, something illegal?

Yes. It had to be…

The men left with scowling faces as Aiden stupidly once they were gone, exhaled a harsh breath from his lungs.

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Cupping his mouth, the gunman moved.

The man holding the gun –

"Hiya."

Aiden fell back into the crates as the punk gangster acted as if he were a kid and not almost of legal age, taunting the hero's son with a looming presentation of fear. "Sheep don't usually make a peep. What are you doing? Sneaking a peek for your friends, kid?"

"I…got lost, need to find my –

~ Shut it! Rule number thirteen of your dad's; don't give scary looking strangers with guns in their hands valuable information that you don't need them to have. ~

"I got lost, that's it. That's all!" Aiden defended his word as the man cocked his strong jaw at the cop's kid. He, looked a way, way too familiar….

"What do they call ya, kid?" The man put down his Tommy into its pouch and shrugged off the paranoia. "Ah, Andy." Aiden sheepishly replied.

~ Second rule of Grayson aesthetic; when under cover, don't blow your identity out the window. Fake it to make it for as long as you have to, to get what you want out of a case.~

"Andy, eh?" The man rubbed his chin and looked over the rather short blonde with spiked hair. "No gang, kid? Bet you're not the type. Come on. I need a few folks ta put things in perspective. You can tag along, or let the wolves getcha first."

Aiden's hairs rose on end as he stood stalk up and began to walk behind the gangster. "Sir, you never gave me your name."

"Ah, well…Call me the Joker's Son. I run the South side of this city. Those punks were after some valuable product that belongs to the Gordello family. They are my bosses. You'd best stay close, kid."

"You have a name, what is it. You look like I know you….but I don't ! I just, had a feeling."

The man chuckled and shook his head. "You're not my type, kid. But you can call me Mr. Jay, only if you want."

He wasn't the Joker. This wasn't Gotham. Not in the same time he saw. And as Aiden crossed the street of a time blurp, it hit him like a trolley in the middle good old San Francisco.

Back in time, and Uncle Jason…was his guide here??

And they were all…. gangsters!

In Gotham.

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"I can't believe this."

Bruce stood beside a rather elderly Alfredo Gordello; in a time he'd assumed was crafted by a witch not in control of her magic. He could have said warlock. Just then, another player entered.

"Grandfather?" Two girls, both nearly of age as adults stepped into the room. "Amalie is still missing! I know those Zamboni weirdos took her."

Red hair, a fire in her hazel orbs.

Anna.

Bruce groaned as this faux Alfred didn't bat a lash. Was he in another time or hypnotized to believe that? No. They were real. Real enough, save for the melodrama.

"Don!"

Another male ran in and he was huffing.

Dami?

"Don Alfredo. Jay is out on the town and he ran into those freakshows. We can't take a chance that he's not on a mission to save your youngest Grandchild."

"Dominic Fredrico Gordello, that child will be fine." Alfredo chided and interlaced his fingers over his desk as any movie villain might. Bruce needed to sleep off the chaos later once he found a loop hole. Save Ami, get out of this dream?

"What about our attack dog? Son of the Demon Ra's?" Dami pointed at his chest. "He's terrible in holding his tongue. That other son of yours is a piece of work, father."

"That kid? He's not meant to fly into danger without someone accompanying him."

Ava spoke up. Bruce's eyes fell on to silver locks and a look of piercingly calm consideration, and she looked upset too. Maybe she was finding this all wrong, but why did Bruce st –

He moved as the puppeteer commanded. "I say we send out the assassin. End this quickly."

What was he being made to say??

"That…. he's a monster, Grandfather!" Anna protested.

"He's ready to die, so why not let him prove his capture is not nothing to bait on our boys. Don? Permission to free the circus kid?" Dami grinned at the idea of facing foes with more firepower than Jay.

"The Talon you captured, well…"

Dick. He was talking about Dick!

Who was the Talon, you ask? No bot wonder we can assure. The girls fretted over the animal in its cage by rumors; the Talon of the Court of Owls. A society that sought to abolish the people's will. In this way, yet even against Gotham's prohibited laws regarding hard liquor, the crime families got the cheese while the owls hunted for their foes by might. It was still not too late to turn tail and head after Jason. He had some nerve. Taking on the biggest family of competitors next to the Gordello's household.

Boy wasn't just at all right since his near death experience. Coming back up, it made him as mean as any loon out in those city's four walls.

"I'll find him." Anna was still a fighter, Bruce took to nodding to add, " I'll need to go along. My son is no demon, but his mother might have it from me – and by God, I hope to death and back you come to your senses. Anna can shoot, pop –

"She's not prepared to face those cowards with water pistols." Dominic rebuked. "I'm just as good a shot. Why are you even teaching her any of that –

"I can defend my family." Scoffed Anna. "That's why." They still had a rivalry in this time too. Could Bruce ask them to work together if he revealed who was changing their reality?

"Fine. I want Jay placed back here so I can beat some sense in his skull. He's out all ours and eventually….there won't be anywhere else to go looking for a body."

Alfred, was a Don in this reality.

Someone really liked to twist his leg. Had to be a preteens work.

Or a psychopathic entity of utter destruction.

" Andiamo , Papa." Dami called out to Bruce, as Anna walked on ahead. Dami in this was maybe a few years apart. Older. However, Anna still wanted to concern herself with proving she could fight.

After all, she had a damn good teacher still waiting to fire some rounds once they were all in their hear and out on the raz.

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Anna moved to her feet and got into the vehicle with her two companions.

They were still packing, and this wasn't her –

She was unable to talk as someone threw a hand over her lips not to scream for help. She felt a metal touch at her temple as the car drove off.

"Did you have to pull that trigger before it got hot enough, pops??"

"Grant, just drive." The gruff sound of breath and the name brought Anna to push past the illusion. Her fire whipped out as Slade let go. "Remember anything yet, fire – starter?"

He sat back and watched her take in the fact that they were mobile. "I'm not the one who's in trouble, am I. Why did you come here with us."

"Ask your little director of this fiasco. Gangsters and a war on the good stuff? Tisked the senior. "How old is she to recognize how the prohibition war actually was?"

"Ami got captured they said, by the Zamboni group." Anna rubbed her jaw and sat up. She was dressed in boy's clothes with her hair up in a newsie's hat. "Don't laugh. I don't do cospa. " She grumbled as Slade shrugged to admit the same "Neither does Grant, but he'd play along to get into the action. Just like you would to get out of it. What is the plan, then."

"Jason is here." Anna told the man. "And my dad, he's a Talon."

"Grayson is? How did Ami even know about that?"

"No idea, because I don't think she's doing this."

" Raku ."

Both nodded in unison. "She scared him and now, here we are. In the back seat talking civil."

"Very. I don't want to be the grandkids of a Don. Don…" She sputtered and put a hand over her lips to muffle a snort. "Alfred...o…" She burst out laughing before slapping her own cheek to stay quiet. Or sane on this case. Same difference.

"You had me at "o." Groaned Grant as he took a sharp next turn up by the road. "Where are you two going?"

"To the only place we can for information. Your uncle might even be there." Slade tilted his head to look out the window. "Keep your cover. I've got the gun, Annie."

Anna brought the first bullet in her pocket up with a smirk for Slade to spot. "So did I, old school."